I looked up the meaning of ‘brutalise’. I discovered it means two things.1. To make brutal2. To be brutal And everywhere I looked, the first came with more explanation. We assume the quality of brutality is not inherent in people, that it is caused by having experienced such behaviour oneself….
We are raw from sharp experienceCarrying knives of words& chisels of pain My jealousy is smoothly curvedAnd you stick pinpoints of insight into itLeaving them to harden overnight Then, as I ripple its edgeswith vulnerabilityYou fill the holes with trust I chip away at your craggy, unformed notionsAnd sand-blast the…
My calling card is a color. One dab gives you a peek into a thousand stories, my stories. Ugly Duckling. SlumdogCinderella without a Fairy Godmother. Poor thing. Wear dark colors, the fashion mags advised. So I sat in navy, black & grey boxes. You’re ugly, he said, the pretty girl’s…
A poem about attraction and affection crossing borders.
Hate, violence, abuse – these breed more of their own when left unchecked. I say this stops with me.
I’ve been examining the concept of labels this week – why we need them, why I resist them so much. No denying labels play an important role in the human experience. For a lot of people they are shields. A name is a label & it’s the first building block…
Body positivity starts with treating your self as a work of art.
The image is a depiction of the Mumbai skyline done in makeup. The text is a story about Mumbai’s goddess.
At some point, you have to let go of the people who you think healed you because they’re no more than crutches. Maybe you needed them once but letting them go is part of growth. There is no glory in suffering, no love in neediness. Shared pain is an opportunity,…
Whew pink season is over, what a relief! To paraphrase Mad Men, romance was invented by capitalists to sell more stuff. Valentine’s Day single-handedly created an economy of greeting cards, pink teddy bears & red hearts. Nothing wrong in these, of course. But let’s not pretend it’s something else.